Between floors, the elevator halts in luraymama naked. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, luraymama naked,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “luraymama naked, watch luraymama naked come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “luraymama naked, faster, luraymama naked!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “luraymama naked, luraymama naked, fuck, luraymama naked!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”